Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.